Page 9 of Taken By the Alien Kraken King

Bourne took the device off my wrist. “How does it work?”

“I’m not sure. I’m not an engineer.”

“Would you like me to see if someone can repair it?”

Hope filled my chest. “Please. I need to get in touch with the others. I want to know if they’re alive.”

“All the royals of Sanos were scheduled for the meeting. If any were near the women, I’m sure the royals would have rescued your team.”

“Do you think they’re alive?”

Bourne blinked. “I don’t know. You are not the first outsiders to fall into our waters. But, to my knowledge, you are the first to be spared.” His voice softened. “If fate was as kind to my brethren as it was to me, your friends are alive.”

“That’s a non-answer if I’ve ever heard one.”

“It is my wish that they are as lucky as I have been.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I allowed myself to fall into companionable silence. I reached out, my fingers brushing the surface of the oil-slicked water. It shimmered again and revealed a grand throne, the back an enormous shell. Bourne rested on it, and a naked woman sat on his lap with her back to his chest. His tentacles held her legs splayed open. His cock thrust into her body while a thinner tentacle flicked her clit.

“What is that?” Tension filled my voice.

“The throne room.” Bourne’s voice shook. “I’ve never. No.”

“Who is she?” I ground out the words.

“Look.” He pointed. “It’s us.”

I looked and saw myself, my head thrown back in ecstasy, my lips parted in a scream while tentacles writhed over my body, and a tentacle entered my mouth.

Reflection me sucked on the tentacle, while Bourne’s hands cupped my breasts and his fingers played with my nipples.

I turned to Bourne, my body aching with desire. “Bourne,” I rasped. “I ache. Help me.”

“If we do, there is no going back.”

“How far is the throne room?”

Bourne scooped me in his powerful arms and swam faster than I’d ever seen him through a half dozen tunnels.

“Slow down!” someone called as we passed a series of archways.

“It’s the king,” others shouted.

“He has his mate.”

“Where are they going?”

“He’s never acted like this before.” Laughter peeled from some of Bourne’s subjects who had never seen their ruler race through the halls.

He leaned over to whisper in my ear. “My parents never let me play chase in the palace. Even when I was young, they stressed proper behavior. I’m making up for the times I missed racing.”

I couldn’t contain my laughter. We weren’t acting rationally, but I didn’t care. My body craved his. Bourne didn’t stop until he passed a heavy curtain of glowing vines. The room was large, with eight arches, two on each wall. The throne rested on a raised dais at the far wall.

Bourne pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. Never breaking the kiss, he sat on the throne, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands tugged my shirt out of my pants andwe parted only to pull it over my head. My breasts rested in front of his mouth, and he suckled one of my nipples in his mouth.

I moaned. “More.” My hands went to the clasp of my pants and I shimmied out of them with the help of his tentacles. “Handy.” Bourne murmured his agreement against my nipple.

His tentacles slid up the inside of my legs, caressing the soft skin of my inner thighs. I widened my stance, granting him access to my center. A thin tentacle rubbed over my lower stomach, teasing my mound. I gasped at the light suction on my sensitive flesh.

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